Internal ecstasy when I see your dimples
Flushed with pride and gratitude when your little voice sings
Excited further when I impart knowledge
Yet open my mouth and my tongue stings
I watch the tears like little mirrors
Reflect myself back like sun burning my eyes
Even when I hush and whisper, “I love you”
You only hear what you want to hear
Do you see my every scold and not my lavish praise?
Can I be even clearer on how you’re adored?
Does my mistaken harshness once in a while
Negate the crown of love placed on your brow
The kisses on your heated cheeks as you sleep?
I will try harder until I die
To do right by you and cultivate your heart
Whether I’m the misunderstood villain in your own tragic story
I’ll say it again, “I love you, my child.”